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THE PflTSBURG 'fflSMtgEr"
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BY J. MARSDEN SUTOLIPFE,
BEING ONE OF A SEEIES OF SHOET STOEIES ENTITLED
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SSIed TTpwt Passages nr the Expebience of Mb. AUGUSTUS WILLIAM
2WEBBEB, Formerly General Manager
ALL RIGHTS
CONCLUDED.
IV.
Among the facts brought to light by Dog-
ffiS?
?1 11 : 4ia nmlrco nf hlo fmnnTrrift intA ir
"i Bffairs of Gerald Iiatour was the existence
of a mortgage on the premises in Great
Chester street.
This mortgage was held by a maiden lady
named Bradley, residing in Islington, an
elderly woman of keen, active intelligence
and practical business habits. Hiss Brad
ley had somehow contrived to learn that
affairs were not as flourishing in Great
Chester street as she had been led to sup
pose when first she advanced her money,
and some six months before the outbreak of
the fire she instructed her solicitor to give
notice of foreclosure. The notice was on
the eve of expiration when the premises
Were destroyed a circumstance that led,
among others, to the hastening of the
catastrophe. Certainly it formed one of
many collateral proofs which went to show
that General Latour had reached a desper
ate crisis in his affairs at the time of the
fire, and supplied clear proof of motive for
the incendiary act with which he was
charged, and for which he and Joe Gillett,
bis accomplice in the crime, had been
lodged in Newgate to await their trial on
the next jail delivery.
It is mentioned here, because of the im
portant results it brought in its train, and
Xhe secret of a hidden crime which it was
' instrumental in bringing to light. As soon
as the notice was expired Miss Bradley
acted with energy and promptitude. The
facts disclosed in the course of Latour's and
. GiUett's examination at the Mansion House
' prepared the old lady to expect that she was
destined to become the owner of a very val
uable niece of freehold. In view of this.
she gave instructions to an eminent firm of
city architects to prepare plans lor Her ap
proval for a handsome block of warehouses
on the site.
Immediately Miss Bradley found herself
the owner of the land in question matters
were put in train and workmen employed
in clearing the site of the debris which the
salvage corps had left undisturbed after
they had obtained proofs of incendiarism
and made discovery that nothing of value
remained from the fire. ,
Jhe work of clearing,the ground occupied
several days. When it was accomplished
an inspection was made of the premises by
the architects employed by Miss Bradley,
Hrho, like the immortal spouse of John Gil
pin, "was of a frugal mind."
Miss Bradley had resolved that before the
vails were meddled with a strict examina-
tion should be made, to ascertain whether
they could not be allowed to remain parts
fit "the new buildings she contemplated
erecting. Messrs. Jenkyns & Bice, the firm
of architects who had received Miss Brad
ley's instructions, complied with her wishes,
but they did not intend for all that to allow
her to have her ownway in the matter.
The walls were discovered to be perfectly
Eonnd, except in one or two places'where it
.liad been found necessary to shore them up,
but Jenkyns & Bice declined to certi
fy to the stability of the foundations
utkil a further examination was made. A
distance was measured off near the east
wall to decide the question of the security
of the foundations, and digging operations
rare commenced at this point; and soon a
land of men were engaged with pickaxes
ribd shovels.
Chey had not got down very far before
their attention was challenged by a faint,
sickly odor, as from a newly-opened grave.
" 'Pears to me that there is a drain .some
where hereabouts," exclaimed one of the
men to his comrades.
"Ye're about right, Jim, I'm thinking,"
returned one of his mates. "It do smell un
common queer. A drop a beer now 'ud be
welcome to wash the taste out of our
mouths."
"That it would, Ben, and no mistake. Let's
send Harry to the Cat and Bells for a gal
lon. 'Oi, Harry! look here, lad, sharp!' "
the speaker bawled to a short, bandy-legged
youth of 18, who was standing a lew paces
off with face and hands grimed in dirt.
"Fetch us a gallon!" said the man called
Jim, when Harry, lazily sauntering toward
them, demanded to know what they wanted.
Harry, after stipulating that he was to
have his share, went off at a run, while the
workmen suspended their operations pend
ing his return with the beer.
"Ugh! it makes me sick," said Ben. "It
does not smell like a drain. There's sum
taut wus than a drain here."
"What can it be, Ben?" asked another.
"I'm blowed if I know," was the reply.
'It smells as bad as a graveyard."
" ''Perhaps there is a corpse buried here,"
exclaimed Jim in an awe-strnck tone.
"I shouldn't wonder If there were," Ben
- replied, -it s Daa enough.
Ben had been engaged some time before
on a job fgr a contractor who had arranged
to remove the contents of a citv eravevard
"to a suburban cemetery, in preparation for
the erection oi a magmncent suite or city 01
fices. When once the idea had taken "dos-
' session of Ben's mind that the sickly odor
emanating lrom-tbe trench they were dig-
Aging had a graveyard smell, and he recalled
bis former experiences in unbaring the tene
ments of the dead in that city churchyard,
the idea could not be eradicated.
But further discussion was cut short by
the return of the lad, Harry, bearing in hi's
bands a can of beer and a tumbler. Harry,
with an unconscious sense of humor which
' sat well on his, stolid face, first helped him
self "for bringing it, you know" and
then proceeded to dole out the beverage to
the men, who, as soon as they had refreshed
themselves, proceeded once more with their
g task.
j As each shovelful of the dark red earth
. g was removed, the odor became more percep
tible, and wondering exclamations were
drawn from the men. Presently one of
uienrnriKing aown his spade deeply, gave
a err of mingled alarm and surprise.
"Stop a minute, lads,1' be shouted in an
excited voice. "We must go slowly. There's
tunimat that has no business here."
The men now went about their task more
warily, removing the earth by little short
- spadefuls.
r . "Look 'ee there, Ben," cried Jim.
j 'JWhat's that?" pointing to a long tress of
"''hair disclosed by the removal of the last
- spadeful.
'It's hair, by the Itving Jingo," Ben
- exclaimed, sharing his mate's excitement.
. "Bzlr it is," replied" Jim, "and a wom
in's too, by the look on't Here lad, give
Us a trowel."
A trowel was handed to Jim, who began
carefully to scoop ont" the earth at the spot
Indicated, gradually laying bare the long
tresses of a woman's hair, and a portion of a
woman's face.
'Send for the police," the men cried in a
breath; and once more the work was sus
pended while Harry ran for the police. He
soon returned, bringing with him a sergeant
and a constable, to whom he had already
communicated the ghastly discovery just
. made.
Under the directions of the police the
work was once more resumed. Little by
little the earth -was removed, until at last
lying in her hastily made grave the form of
a woman was seen extended.
A groan of horror broke from the men as
they gazed with blanched faces and beating
nr on tne sau ana piuiui signi.
i The body was full clad, though th ere was,
ao covering for the feead, froaa which rich
BY FIRE.
XJX&VXIAJXVXH yx'xvjx,
of the Universal Insurance Company.
RESERVED.
long hair fell in thick profusion. The damp,
dark earth had dimmed the brightness of
the hair, to which here and there tangled
masses of the soil still clung. One of the
workmen, with a groan of pity, tonderly
raised one of the long tresses, revealing un
derneath a rich flaxen color. Decomposi
tion was too far advanced to admit of recog
nition, but the hair when washed and re
stored to its original flaxen tint, might
form an important clew to lead to identifi
cation. By this time other officers had come upon
the scene, among whom was Inspector
Sullivan, a good-natured Irishman and an
active and intrepid officer of the Metro
politan police.
Inspector Sullivan dispatched one of his
men for a conveyance to remove the body
to the parish mortuary, and another for the
Divisional Surgeon.
Until thesurgeon arrived the Inspector re
fused to allow the remains to be interfered
with.
"Wait till Dr. Maurice Dean comes," he
said; "we can do nothing without him. He
must see the body first. Meanwhile one of
you fellows had better get a tarpaulin; we
shall want one."
Maurice Dean came quickly in answer to
the summons, and, having swiftly noted the
position of the body, gave orders for its re
moval from the grave in which it was lying.
With hushed voices the workmen spoke
to one another as they made arrangements
for the performance of their appalling office,
and a tear rolled down the cheeks of more
than one of them as with almost womanly
gentleness they raised the body from its
dishonored resting-place, with its long
tresses of light flaxen hair streaming in the
wind, and carefully deposited it on the tar
paulin, which had been stretched on the
ground close by the side of the grave where
the body of the poor unfortunote had been
found.
Maurice Dean knelt down by the side of
the corpse to make a preliminary examina
tion of the remains. Though the defacing
fingers of decay had alteretUhe features past
recognition a cursory examination told him
that no external injury was to.be found in
front. The face, though greatly disfigured,
was intact, and the dark dress of olive-green
merino and the long grey ulster in which
the body was clad showed no signs of cut or
rent.
But when the body was carefully turned
over a renewed cry of horror broke from the
'group of bystanders, mingled with expres
sions of profound commisseration from men
little given to manifestation of any of the
deeper emotions, as the young surgeon
pointed with the index finger of his right
hand to a deep wound in the back of the
skull.
"A bullet has passed in there," the doc
tor remarked laconically, whereon pitying
exclamations, "Poor creaturel" "Poor
soul!" "I wonder whose bonnie lass she can
have been?" broke from the lips of the spec
tators. Maurice Dean proceeded to examine the
wound more careinlly, and finding the hair
matted and stiff, glued to the head by the
coagulated blood which had flowed from the
spot where the bullet had sped on its fatal
errand, he carefully detached the hair with
his penknire. Then taking one of the long
tresses in his hand he turned it back to
give him a better opportunity of examining
the wound, and noting for the first time the
rare flaxen tint of the hair he gave a wild
start of horror, and his heart bounded
furiously against his ribs. In another
moment'it was as if a bolt had shot through
his brain, as rising from the ground, over
whelmed by the lightning force of a sudden
conviction, he staggered back a few paces,
and, throwing his clenched hands back in
the air in an access of terror andrief, cried
out in the awed hearing of the bystanders:
s "My God! My God! It Is my sister. That
villain Latour!"
Scarcely had the cry left his lips ere he
fell back senseless to the ground.
Maurice Dean's startled exclamation of
recognition, ere he fell to the ground over
whelmed by his discovery, afforded the po
lice an important clew toward clearing up
the identification of the woman whose mur
dered remains had been unexpectedly dis
covered in Great Chester street, which
might otherwise have been wrapped up in
much mystery.
A cautious observer might, indeed, have
suggested that Maurice Dean had reasoned
on too slight a premiss if he conld have
been said to have reasoned at all and had
simply rushed rashly on a wild conclusion
that a subsequent investigation of facts
might show to, be entirely unwarranted.
The fact that the body of a woman had been
found on the premises lately occupied by
Gerald Latour, absolutely unrecognizable
except from the tresses of her long flaxen
hair, and that Maurice's sister had hair of
the same color, and had been known to La
tour, and two other slight marks of identifi
cation to be mentioned presently were all
that Maurice Dean had to go upon in the
shape of positive evidence, and formed hut
a slender basis on which to bfiild an accusa
tion of murder.
But none of those who had been present at
the scene, and had tritnessed the startling
effect produced on the surgeon by his curs
ory examination of the remains ot the mur
dered girl, and had heard that terrible cry,
"It is my sister!" uttered in the accents of
anguishid conviction, could entertain a
doubt, that, by whatever means Maurice
Dean had arrived at his conclusion, he had
spoken, to the best of his belief, truly. In
spector Sullivan was visibly impressed by
v hat he had seen, and when the case was
committed to his hands he determined to
start from the assumption that Maurice
Dean was not the Tictim of mere hallucina
tion, led astray by an over-heated imagina
tion, when he declared that the remains
which he had seen were the body of his sis
ter, Netta Dean, but a man who had at one
quick bound reached the truth.
The surgeon was so utterly unstrung in
every nerve by the shocking discovery that
as soon as he recovered from his swoon he
was quickly removed to his home in a cab,
and o brother medical-officer was called in
to take his place, while the body of the girl,
whom he still alleged to be bis sister Netta,
was conveyed to the parish deadhouse, to
await medical examination and the inquest
which mutt follow.
"Tell Gibbons to take particular care of
the mole which he will find on her neck Im
mediately to the right of the left ear," he
said to the sergeant who accompanied him
in the cab to the door of his surgery,
"I will tell him, sir," the man rei
a low. svmpathetlc tone.
i replied, in
"There may be other marks of identltv
which I can remember," Manrice Dean pur
sued, "as soon as I am able to recall things,
but that is one."
Gibbonswas the police surgeon in an ad
joining division, on whose rood nature
Maurice Dean knew that he could rely to 1
relieve mm oi a amy mat ne leit himself
entirely unable to discharge. The potice
sere eant bavin? a?ain cromised Dr. Dmh
that his message should be delivered leftJ
him looking more dead than alive.
"Did ever such a dreadful thing ever
happen before in a man's experience?" the
odcer murmured to himself as he went
"Just to .think of it! A police surgeon
called in to examine the bftdy of a woman
unknown dug out of ber grave into which
she was thrown when murdered and that
woman his own sister! Poor iellowt No J
wonder he is terribly cut up. If that were
pu . a novel now, what would the publio
thiu? "Why, thej simply would not be
lieve it; and yet it is true. It is a strange
world, this," said the officer thoughtfully,
continuing his soliloquy, "and queerer
things happen in it than this wise world
ever dreams of."
The Universal Insurance Company had,
of course, no special interest in the latest
development of matters in Great Chester
street, but it so happened that Doggett and
Inspector Sullivan were old cronies, and as
Doggett had been engaged for some time in
unearthing whatever particulars he could
find of Gerald Latour's private life, in es
tablishing the charge of'incendiarism and
conspiracy, for which Latour and Gillette
were then waiting their trial, Sullivan de
cided on having a chat with his old Iriend
as a preliminary measure.
Accordingly that evening Inspector Sulli
van, in plain clothes, paid a visit to Doggett
at this private residence adjoining the Old
Kent road.
"Come in," said the detective, who him
self opened the door to his visitor. "I have
been expecting to see you, and when I heard
the bell ring I knew it must be you." And
so speaking Doggett led the way to his
front sitting room, where a cheerful fire was
burning in the grate.-
"Of course, you can guess my errand,"
Sullivan remarked, after he had divested
himself bf his great coat, and was seated in
an arm-chair, leisurely filling his pipe.
"I have read the evening papers and an
guess," Doggett replied.
"I thought that, as you had been mixed
up with that fire business of Latour's you
would be able to tell me something about
him. About his habits, I mean,-" Sullivan
added, in explanation.
"I know he is an uncommon bad lot,"
Doggett remarked. "To tell you the truth,
I was not a bit surprised when I read of the
discovery in Great .Chester street. I ex
pected something of that sort would be com
ing out, sooner or later."
"Why?" asked Sullivan.
"You had better listen and I will tell you
all I know," said Doggett. "I found out
quite enough about him," the detective con
tinued, "to know he was as unscrupulous a
scoundrel as ever walked this earth. An
inveterate gambler, a roue every inoh of
him in fact a man about town without an
atom of conscience or feeling in his pleas
ures. You know the article well enough."
Sullivan nodded, as much as to sav that
he could match Gerald Latour any day in
the week.
"That he was hard up," said Doggett,
"all the world knows who has read the pro
ceedings before the magistrates in the Great
Chester street fire case. But in considera
tion for the feelings of innocent persons, we
have not revealed the full extent of our in
formation. Where was the good? We had
enough to substantiate our case, and we
kept back the rest."
"Go on, Doggett, my boy, I am following
you," cried Sullivan.
The detective lowered his voice as he pro
ceeded. "There was a woman in the case: as there
usually is."
"More than one of them sometimes," cried
Sullivan:
"More than one of them, as you say,"
pursued Doggett. "It appears that Latour
was for a long time engaged to his cousin,
Helen Marchant, a young lady, who Jives
with her lather in Bussell square. Awfully
rich old man is old Mr. Marchant. The
wedding preparations werecompleted, when
one evening Latour called at Russell square
and was shown into Miss Marcbant's pres
ence. Poor devil, he got his conge that
night Miss Marchant taxed him with
perfidy and confronted him with a letter
signed by his own wife, Netta Latour. The
firl had written to Miss Marchant telling
er all her history and how Latour had
married her. She explained that she had
two motives for writing. One -was to put
Miss Marchant on er guard against a
treacherous man, and the other was to ask
her-assistance if Latour refused to acknowl
edge her.""-
"Did you see the letter?" asked Sullivan,
"No, I learned all this fromMr. March
ant. He was in such a towering rage at the'
deception Latour bad been practicing, and
at the villainy hfc had meditated upon his
daughter, that be went heart and soul into
our case and gave me all the information he
could. He is oneof those rum old files who
talks a good deal about justice being done
on a scoundrel aud all that that he will
cheerfully assist you to get his nephew
hanged if his assistance is wanted."
"Anything else In the letter?" asked Sul
livan. "N o o," replied Doggett, dubiously.
"Yes. there was though. The writer said
that before sending the letter she had de
termined to make a last appeal to her hus
band's honor and good feeling, and only
in case she failed "would the letter be sent'
"The arrival of the letter, then, was to be
a sign that she had made an attempt to
move her husband, and that her attempt
had broken down?" asked Sullivan.
"You have hit it, Mick," replied Dog
gett. "There is another curious thing about
that letter," said Doggett, alter a pause, in
which the two men sat thinking. "It bore
neither date nor address; so that, as Mr.
Marchant explained, his daughter bad un
fortunately not been able to do anything lor
Gerald's wife, and though they had adver
tised in all the papers, no answer had been
received, and she had never written again."
"That is strange," remarked Sullivan.
"It is strange, "replied Doggett, "and that
has set me thinking many a time whether
Gerald Latour has no more to answer for
than the business of this Great Chester street
fire. You understand what I meant now
when I said that I was not surprised when I
saw what I did see in the evening papers. I
was prepared for it, and I have been ex
pecting you ever since."
"There is no clew to the address where
this Mrs. Latour lived?" Inspector Sulli
van said, withdrawing his gaze from the fire
which he had sat sometime contemplating,
and turning his eyes upon his colleague.
"I know of none," Doggett replied, "but
then that will not matter much. Now tho
thing has got into the papers somebody is
sure to turn up who has wondered that the
poor woman never returned someone who
will be able to swear to the clothes that the
victim was wearing."
Sullivan nodded. Presently be asked,
t'Are you busy just now?"
"No, I have nothing in hand except this
fire case, and that wilj be dropped, of course,
now that the more serious charge will be
made."
"Yes," said Snlhvan,-"murder is worse
than incendiarism. By-the-bye, Doggett,
what evidence have you against Latour's
man. Gillett?"
'"JJot very much," was the reply. "You
kwif that for some time we conld find no
eride&eevfc bow that either of then had
PITTSBURG, SATURDAY, JUKE 8,v 1889.
been on the premises after locking-up time
at 8 o'clock. At last two persons came for
ward who had, met Latour and Gillett to
gether, walking along London Bridge, away
from Great Chester street, about 12 o'clook.
"That would be about the time that the
fire broke out."
"It was discovered at a quarter past
twelve "
"And on that you arreste'd both of them?"
"And have sent them both to trial.
Neither could give a good account of his
t .v..,. iT,t nil loft attemnted
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an alibi, but that broke down. If he had
neiu uis tongue anu ie uo wmio"
shake the evidence of identification, he
might have fared better," the detective
added, sententiously.
"Your oase against Latour," said Sulli
van, "is that his marriage was broken off
because of this other wife turning up, and
that missing a great heiress he set fire to
his premises to relieve himself from his
financial embarrassments?
"That is the case in a nutshell," said
Doggett. "He was terribly pressed before
the exposure to Miss Marchant, but when
the old man insisted on withdrawing his
money from the business, it was all U P
with Master Gerald Latour."
"Was the woman his wife?" inquired
Sullivan,
"I have not the least idea. He is scamp
enough to have deceived the woman who
believed herself to be his wife with a mock
marriage, and he was quite capable of hav
ing secretly married one woman and of
keeping her locked up in camera while he
married and lived with another."
"Well, if you are not verv busy at your
office," said "Sulli van, "I would be glad if
you could give a hand in unraveling this
business. It is likely to be a stiff job."
"Say no more. Mick," the detective re
plied, cordially, "I will help you with
pleasure. As you say, it is likely to be a
stiff job. Is the identity of the woman
placed beyond all doubt?"
"It is too early to speak about that yet,"
Sullivan replied. "Dr. Dean is prepared
to swear to important facts which tend that.
"That is not much," cried Doggett. "The
first business must be to trace where the
poor woman lived who called herself Gerald
Latour's wife. If we can discover that we.
shall probably find someone who will carry
the evidence of identification much further,
and perhaps throw more light still upon
the case. Then comes the matter of the
letter; that looks like a poser."
"In what way?" asked Sullivan, sharply.
"The poor woman writes this letter before
her interview with her husband. Do you
follow" me?"
"Quite."
"She says inber letter that she will not
send it until she has made an appeal to ber
husband and failed Let us suppose now
that Mrs. Latour went to her husband, and
instead of succeeding, as the poor woman
seems to have had some slight hope that she
might; failed utterly, and never left the
place alive. How did the letter reach the
hands of Miss Marchant? Answer me that,
Mick Sullivan."
But Sullivan had no answer ready. After
remaining some time in deep thought he
ventured to suggest that Mrs. Latour might
have gone away again and posted her letter
and then returned, and that her husband,
finding her so persistent, put her out of the
way.
"Utterly improbable!" cried Doggett.
"What should she return for after she had
posted her letter? My view of the case is
this. She went down to see him by pight
for the sake of privacy. Think of his posi
tion. Latour must marry his cousin to save
himself from ruin. His wife, he finds, has
discovered all. She knows that he is going
to marry another woman. She knows who
that woman is, and where she lives. He tries
to langh the matter off, and when that tails,
he threatens her. She is enraged, and returns
him hot words in her anger. He is in a des
perate position when he finds he cannot
move her, confronted as he is with exposure
and certain ruin. He has a revolver in his
pocket, and as she turns to go he shoots her,
aud probably with Glllett'fl help, buries
her. If we had not discovered the place had
been fired by him he would have paid Miss
Bradley's mortgage off with the insurance
money, rebuilt the premises, taking care
not to have that particular spot where he
had buried his wife disturbed, and the
poor thing would have been lying in her
grave still, and the murder would never
have been found out."
"Dogggett, you are a genius!" cried Sul
livan, in a burst of admiration.
'"Am I?" asked Dogcett, coolly. "I am
not genius enough to fathom how a dead
woman walked out of her grave and posted .
her letter to Marchant, and then walked
back again."
"The letter is a facer," .said Sullivan.
"It is a facer," said Doggett, "but we
will clear that up somehow beiore very long
or my name is not Doggett."
"Dogget," cried Sullivan, "you should
have been called Dogged. I never knew
sucha fellow to bold on";nd with this
mild joke the two cronies parted for the
night
VL
The awful discovery made in Great Ches
ter street was communicated to Gerald La
tour by his solicitor, Mr. Flneh, who had
taken in hand the preparation of his de
fense against the charge of arson aud con
spiracy. Latour heard the news with
stolid, unmoved countenance, declaring in
a careless off-hand manner that he knew
nothing and had no explanation to give.
"That won't do," said Mr. Finch earn
estly. "The doctors affirm that the body
has not been lying there more than a few
months perhaps six. People will not
readily "believe that a murdered woman
could be smuggled away on your premises
and you know nothing of the matter."
But Latour stubbornly persisted that it
was not his affair that be was as ignorant
how the body could have come there1 as a
babe unborn.
"You had better treat me frankly if I am
to save your neck from the rope," said Mr.
Finch, significantly, "There are three men
whom it never pays to deceive your medi
cal attendant, your spiritual adviser and
your solicitor."
The appeal was lost on Gerald. He
persisted in declaring his innocence.
"Very good, then,'-' said Mr. Finch, "I
shall prepare for your defense on the hypo
thesis that you are sot only innonent, but
that yon can absolutely throw no light on
the mystery, how the body-of a woman
murdered some six. or nine months ago was
spirited into the premises occupied by you,
aud there interred by some unknown person.
7t has the merit of boldnessl, but it it fails
you will only have yourself to thank. You
understand? '
Xatour sallenly acqufeseed.
"I should like you to be quite cleat on
the point The woman is said to be your
wife. That makes such a line of defense
ridiculous."
"I never married," Latour returned ob
stinately. "Then your mistress?"
iatour was silent; and the solicitor left
him moodily thinking, but taciturn to the
end of the interview.
The inquest was formally opened the same
day, in the club room of the Cat and Bells,
and adjourned for a week on the applica
tion of the police. The Coroner and jury
requested that the prisoners might be
present when the proceedings were resumed,
and Inspector Sullivan promised ihat their
request should be conveyed to the right
quarter. Mr. Finch urged that in the in
terests of his client it was desirable that the
request should be complied with.
When the time came round for the Coro
ner to commence proceedings in earnest, the
medical men engaged in the case on behalf
of the Crown and the prisoners had com
pleted their examination of the remains.
As soon as the court was opened the pris
oners, who had arrived under a strong escort
of police, were brought into the room. Ger
ald appeared unmoved by the terrible posi
tion in which he found himself, save for a
quick, nervous caressing of his long, curl
ing black beard, which he stroked continu
ally. Gillett had evidently strung himself
to put a bold front on matters, but he could
not hide from a careful observer that he
fully realized the gravity of his position.
This was displayed in the watchful, furtive
glances which he ever and again cast round
thecourt, like a wild bear at bay and pre
paring to spring.
The Coroner opened the proceedings by a
complimentary allusion to the zeal and
skill displayed by Inspector Sullivan, who
had been ably assisted by Mr. Doggett, the
bead of the Private Inquiry Department at
tached to the Universal Insurance Compa
ny. These two gentlemen had fulfilled
their duties with such consummate ability
as to admit of the case being presented to
the jury id orderly sequence, and in a man
ner which he believed would leave no doubt
on the minds of the jury as to the verdict
which it would be their duty to return.
With this preamble the evidence of the
workmen and the police who were present
at the discovery of the remains was first
taken, and then Maurice Dean was seated at
the table and sworn. He identified the
body which the jury had viewed as that of
his sister Netta. The features were obliter
ated, but the peculiar rich tint in her flaxen
hair and the presence of a large mole em
bedded in the hair a little to the right of the
left ear convinced him of her identity. He
remembered, too, that tho small bone in his
sister's right ankle had been broken.
"We shall hear more about that by and
by," said the Coroner, "when we come to
the medical testimony."
Maurice then told how his sister first be
came acquainted with Gerald Latour, and
that a week after Latour left Cote Farm
Netta was missing, and had not since been
heard of. He had taxed Gerald Latour
with spiriting her away, which the prisoner
had denied.
"Was'your sister married?"
"That! cannot sayV' replied Maurice
Dean, in a sharp tone of pain. "That she
believed herself to be married, I entertain
no doubt."
"Call Martha Coppock," said the Coroner,
after Mr. Finch had attempted in vain to
shake Maurice Dean's testimony.
Mrs. Coppock's story produced a great
impression on the jury. Her evidence went
to show that for three years past she had
lived at Bose Cottage, Willesden, as house
keeper to Mr. and Mrs. Latour. She recog
nized Mr. Latour, now in court, as her
master. One day in July last she Could
not remember the precise day, but it was to
ward1 the end of the month ber mistress
seemed greatly upset. She had often seen
her weeping before, and knew the cause. It
was because Mr. Latourwould not allow her
to communicate with her friends in Somer
setshire, and inform them of her marriage.
Witness asked Mrs. Latour whether she was
fretting because of the old trouble. She re
plied, "No, you cannot help me this time,
except by leaving me to myself." Witness
left her. She believed that Mrs. Latour
spent a lone; time in writing, for late in the
evening she came into the kitchen, wearing
her hat and ulster, and gave witness a letter;
after which she left. It was a thick letter.
"What did she say when she gave you
the letter?" asked the Coroner.
"She asked me to take care of it, telling
me that she was not certain whether she
would return or not. If she did not come
back next day, I was to post the letter. The
letter was addressed to Miss Marchant,
whom I had heard of as my master's
cousin."
"Did she come baok?"
"No;I have never seen her since."
"And you posted the letter?"
"I did, the next evening."
"Were you not surprised that she did not
return?"
"No. My master came home the next
evening, and told me that he had yielded to
my mistress' wishes at last, and she had
gone down to Somersetshire to pay a long
visit to her friends."
"A very plausibly told story to account
for the poor woman's disappearance," said
the Coroner, "and one very cleverly adapted
to allay the witness' suspiolons."
The jury murmured an assent, and looked
darkly on the prisoners.
The ulster and dress worn by the deceased,
and a lint found under the body, were
brought into court Though faded and
stained by their burial in the dark soil, the
witness readily identified them as the
clothes which her mistress wis wearing
when she'left Bose Cottage. ,
"Now, where was you master on the night
of Mrs. Latouc's disappearance?"
"I cannot say; he did not retnrn home
that night. He came the next evening,
and said that he had been kept late as
usual."
"Look at the prisoner Gillett, and tell us
if you know him."
The witness glanced nervously round, and
then said: "He is my husband."
"lias he ever been in trouble?
The witness burst into tears. "He has,
sir. Don't ask me what, but he has been
under Mr. Latour's thumb these seven
years. His real name is CopDock, not
Gillett."
Mrs. Coppock was subjected to a long
cross-examination, but nothing material
was elicited.
The next witness gave his name as Peter
Stones, who said ha was a lighterman and
lived in a court behind Latour's premises
in Great Chester street He remembered
the night of the 29th of July last He
heard two pistol shots fired. They appeared
to come from Mr. Latour's premises. Wit
ness had no doubt upon the matter. He
spoke to his wife abont it at the time, and
she agreed with him. Did not think it his
business to inquire, and thought no more
aboutt'it until he read of the Great Chester
street murderin the papers.
The witness was corroborated by his wife)
who further testified that shortly before
closing time, the same night ,that she and
her husband had heard the pistol shots, she
went to the Cat and Bells to fetch a pint of
half-and-half, and while she was waiting to
be served Mr. Latonr and the prisoner Gil
lett came in. Latour asked for two sixpen
ny worths of brandy.
Mrs. Smallbones, the landlady of the Cat
and Bells, corroborated this testimonv. She
noticed at the time that Mr. Latour
"looked a bit startled like," and that his
hand trembled a good deal as he raised the
brandy to his lips, which he swallowed raw
at one gulp. He called for a second, which
he likewise drank raw. She had never
seen him drink raw spirits before. She did
not notice anything out of the way in Gil
lett's appearance. They left together at
half-past 12.
The medical testimony was short and to
the point The murdered woman bad died
from a pistol wound. The bullet bad en
tered the base of the skull iu an upward
direction, and was found lodged in the
brain. The bullet .fitted, the pistol pro
duced. The bodv was atmarentlv that of a
well-flourisfcd woaaa'of abet 34. There
was a mole behind the left ear on the neck,
as described by Dr. Dean, and signs of an
old fractnre in the small bone of the ankle.
The victim had borne children.
Inquiry-agent Doggetf haa" made search
at-Bose Cottage, and had found the revolver
now produced in a drawer in the bedroom
occupied by the prisoner Latour. Tbf
bullet fitted the weapon exactly.
Inspector Sullivan stated that he had vis
ited the prisoners in Newgate and charged
them with the murder of Netta Latour on
the 29th rff July last The prisoner Latour
made no reply. Gillett said that be kew
nothing about it.
This closed the evidence,
"Have you any witnesses to call?" asked
the Coroner, blandly, from Mr. Finch.
"We reserve our defense,", the solicitor
replied.
"I shall speak now," cried Gillett, In-an
agitated voice.
He-had been exhibiting increasing signs
of discomposure as the evidence was un
folded and he caught its drift The Coroner
cautioned the prisoner, who, however, reit
erated his desire to be sworn. He was
aceordingly brought to the table and sworn,
when he gave the following remarkable
evidence.
"My name is Joseph "Coppock Some
years ago I got into trouble. I decline to say
what it was about, but it placed me in his
power," said Gillett, with a jerk of his
thumb in the direction where Latour was
sitting. "1 remember Mrs. Latour coming
to Great Chester street last July. There
was an awful scene between my master and
his wife. I did not pay much attention to
what it was abont, as I was working at the
other end of the building. 1 heard two shots
fired in quick succession, and looked in the
direction of the door where I had last seen
them standing. I went to see what was the
matter. Mrs. Latour was lying on the floor
near the door with her face downward.
Blood was oozing from a wonnd at the back
of her head. This was about 10 o'clock.
We buried her that night and then went to
the Cat and Bells where we had two classes
of brandy each. What the witnesses have
said is quite correct. X consented to help
my master to get rid of the body on condi
tion that he would give up the proofs he had
against me and 500 to start afresh with in
the colonies. I had nothing to do with the
fire. My meeting Mr. Latour and walking
over London Bridge was a pure accident,
as I shall be able to prove now that I am
free to speak. I have nothing more to say."
Mr. Finch made a gallant attempt to
shake GiUett's confession, but gave up in
despair. "Gillett has pulled the rope tight
round his master's neck which the other
witnesses had fastened round it before," the
solicitor muttered to himself below bis
breath.
It was even So. The jury after a brief
summing up from the Coroner returned a
verdict of Wilful Murder against both
prisoners, who were shortly afterward tried
for their lives at the Central Criminal
Court
The more serious charge was not' pressed
against Gillett, who was, however, con
victed as an accessory after the fact and
sentenced to seven years' penal servitude.
Latour was sentenced to deatb.
To all outward appearances Gerald La
tour prepared to meet his doom with un
flinching courage. He never alluded to the
crime lor which his lite wps forfeited to the
law, nor would he suffer any allusion to be
made to it in his hearing. He tolerated the
. kind offices of the jail chaplain with cyni
cal resignation.
He slept sonndly the night before bis exe
cution, rose early and remained for some
time wrapped in his own reflections. What
they; were who shall say?
Did he think of those bright summer days
at Cote Farm, when he sauntered along the
Somersetshire lanes flanked with blossoming
hedgerows, beguiling the childlike unso
phisticated heart ot Netta Dean? Did he
think of that afternoon in the orchard at
tached to the old farmhouse, as he lay
swinging in a hammock suspended from the
spreading branches oi an enormous apple
tree, while he criftily won Netta Dean's
Consent to a private marriage? Did he re
call the tearinl terms in which time after
time Netta urged that he should make their
marriage known, and the mad wicked act by
which ne had closed that beautiful life?
Did he recall the infamous burial, and how
Netta, lying in her dishonored grave, had
been disovered Bevealed by Fire, as it
were to the discomfiture of all plans? Had
he a thought to spare for his wasted youth
and the hours which he had wantonly spent
in disgraceful orgies? Did he think of his
two innocent children, whose mother's life
he had destroyed and to whom he was leav
ing the shameful heritage of the brand of
Cain? t
Again we ask who knows? He sat there
on the bed in the little confined cell in New
gate, where so many of his predecessors in
crime have spent their last hours on earth
and Indulged fn their last reflections
before their sin-stained spirits stood in
the white light of the Eternal. He sat there
long, never moving, with bis head bowed on
his breast and his hands tightly locked in
each other.
At last the heavy boom ot St Sepulchre's
stole through the frightened air. The hour
of doom had cornel There was the sound of
footsteps traversing the corridor. Another
boom from St, Sepulchre's and the sheriffs
stood at the door! They spoke to him, but
he appeared not to hear. They touched him,
but be appeared not to notice. Was he
dazed or asleep? A warder felt his hands
and drew back startled. He had died as he
sat there. The higher Justice had called
the soul ot Gerald Latour before the judg
ment seat where the scales are held evenly.
Months passed away when the following
announcement appeared in the Times:
Deak MJLBCHAUT On the Sth inst.,
Maurice Dean, M. D.. formerly of Cote,
Somersetshire, to Helen, only child of
Joshua Marchant, of Bussell sqnare.
It was long before Manrice Dean recov
ered from the shock occasioned by his sister
Netta's terrible death. When he sought
the children of his dead sister, he found
that other hands had borne them away.
Helen Marchant had made them her care,
motherless as they were and soon to be fath
erless. It was the onlv way she could think
of In which she confd answer the letter
which Netta had written to her in her
despair, and she felt that this reparation
was due to the Deans, who had .suffered so
keenly from the sin of her kinsman. The
intercourse thus begun between Maurice
and Helen ripened into a fast, true affection,
crowned with an honorable marriage.
So Maurice Dean found -that it is often
given, to true mourners to find growing out
of the graves of buried loves and hopes bit
terly and sorely dashed the fair flowers of
new" loves and bright hopes lest they that
weep should be embittered by the unre
lieved darkness of black despair!
Netta sleeps in the churchyard near her
Somersetshire home. Over her grave each
peaceful Sabbath day there rolls the solemn
melody of-praise, snng within by rustic
folks, with whose voices Netta's childish
treble had often sweetly blended in the old
happy days, ere Gerald Latour came to
Somersetshire and cast his malign shadow
over her young life. Thither, too, the scent
from, the orchards is wa fted in spring time,
when the valley is one blaze of snow white
color.as nature cast off her wintry sleep and
fills the bare branches with the spring glory
of apple blossoms. And. thither, too. in
apple harvest, there is carried along the
breeze tne cnoruses or village lads and
maidens,as they gather-and store the golden
fruit.
There let us leave her peacefully resting,
set free forever from false loves and gross
passions resting amid the scenes she loved
so well.
The End.
An Important Electrical Discovery.
Prof. Ferraris, an Italian scientist, has
just succeeded in developing electrical ap
paratus by which rotary motion is pro
duced without commutator, brush or other
device. This is regarded as the most im
portant discovery ia electrical science made
during the past yeajr".
BEilN POWER OP PLANTS.
There I Every Evidence of Directing Power
In Some Vegetation.
national Bevlew.l
The manner in which the mimosa closes
its stalks and leaves at the approach of
darkness is very interesting. As the glojtm
ing gently falls the leaves move upward
toward each other till they touch; the
secondary leaf stalks slowly droop till
they are nearly parallel with the main leaf
stalks, which in their turn fall till they
point to the ground. Thus it folds itself
at the' close of day, and there is no doubt, if
it were not allowed to sleep it would, like
ourselves, soon die. This is not only an ex
ample of the necessity of sleep for the re
pairing of nervous energy and reoperation
of brain power, but a proof of the existence
of the same in the -vegetable kingdom.
Then there are the carnivorous plants,
the Venus fly-trap (Deoncea), for instance,
which will digest raw beet as. readily as its
insect prey. From glands, with which its
leaf is provided, fluids are poured out which
resemble the gastrio juice of jthe animal
stomach in its digestive properties. The
matter of the insect iody or meat is thus
absorbed into the substance and tissues of
the plant, just as the food taken into the
animal stomach is digested and becomes
part ot the animal fabric. In the animal,
digestion can only be commenced by the
brain force acting, by means of a nerve,upon
the gastric glands; may we, therefore, con
cede that it is the action of the same power
in the plant that produces the same effect.
There is no structure in plants, so for as its
functions are concerned, more wonderful than
the tip of the radicle. The course pursued
by the radicle in penetrating the ground
mist be determined by the tip. Darwin
wrote: "It is hardly an exaggeration to
say that the tip of the radicle, endowed as
it is with such diverse kinds of sensitive
ness, acts like the brain of animals. The
brain, being seated within the extreme end
of the body, receiving impressions from the
sense organs, and directing the several
movements." I do not quite agree with
this, but I believe it to be another example
of that brain power which is the cause of all
plant movement.
In the commencement of plant life we
find, in the case of the pea or bean, for ex
ample, the radicle emerges at one end of the
seed and the plumule at the other. What
causes the radicle to descend and the other
to ascend? If the seed is so placed that the
radicle comes out at the top the result is-the
same, for the radicle immediately tnrn3
around and grows downward. It cannot be
gravitation, although Darwin thought it
was, because that would have the same ef
fect upon the plumule. There can only be
one reason, and that is the existence of di
recting force or brain power.
EECOGNITION OP HTJ3IAX BLOOD.
If ott it May Too Dlitinsnlshed From That of
"the Lower Animals.
The question whether marks and stains
on garments or 'weapons are blood-stains is
an important one in criminal jurisprudence,
and a reliable test by which such a point
may be decided is very necessary. Dr. H.For
madhas for some time been working in this
direction, and the result of a large number
of measurements he has made is the estab
lishment of formula which will be ex
tremely useful. For deciding the general
question whether a certain, stain is due to
blood or to some vegetable juice or dye, the
spectroscope and various chemical re-agent3
come into play. But to prove that a given
mark of blood is human blood, the micro
scope alone is of any value, and the sole
purpose to which it is applicable is to meas
ure the blood cells.
The distinction of blood of any mamma
lian animal from that of the lower classes
of animals is easy from the fact that in
mammalia only the cell is non-nucleated;
but the distinction between tbe blood of a
man and that of the lower mammalia turns
entirely upon the micrometric measurement
of the cells. The eleohant, great ant-eater,
walrus, sloth, platypus, whale, capibara,
and the opossum have blood corpuscles
larger than man; the seal, beaver, musk-rat,
monkey, porcupine, kangaroo, wolf and
guinea pig have corpuscles slightly below
man in size; and all other animals, in
cluding all domestic species, have corpus
cles much below that of man in size. Dr.
Formad summarizes the facts, as far as
known at present, thus:
First The blood corpuscles of birds, rep
tiles, and fishes being oval and nucleated,
can never be mistaken for hnman blood.
Second Fresh human blood cannot be
mistaken, under the microscope, for the
blood of any animal whose corpuscles
have a mean diameter of less than 1-4000;
or even 1-3600 of an inch.
Third If the average diameter of the
corpuscles in fresh blood be less than 1-4000
inch, then It cannot possibly be human
blood; if tbe diameter be above 1-3500 inch
then it may be human blood but if the
blood corpuscles, after exhaustive measure
ment, give a mean diameter, exceeding
1-3300 inch then it is human blood, 'pro
vided it is not the blood of any of the ani
mals whose corpuscles exceed those of man
in diameter. If the corpuscles have become
spheroidal or crenated from dry ing, they may
still be distinguished, because such changes
are the same fn all animals, and have their
corresuondintr ratio of alterations in form
and decrease in size, the range or scale of
decrease being always alike in the same
animal.
AN INCEMITE TO INVENTION.
How Georse Wosllnshoaie Blade Time to
Attend the Ball Games.
A story is told of the boyhood of George
Westinghouse Jr., who is known every
where as the inventor of the celebrated air
brake which bears his name, and later by
his gigantio operations in electric lighting
and natural gas, which shows that tbe
germs of his inventive ability were very
early ripe for development.
George was very fond of playing ball,
and was very often absent from his work at
his father's factory. It was at last decided
that George's work should be arranged on
the piece system, instead of the time sys
tem, so that so soon as he had finished his
task he could seek the seductions ot the
ball ground. The quietening effect of this
arrangement was soon made manifest, for
without any previous knowledge of the now
well known disk method of cutting metals,
he experienced and discovered, that, with a
circular disk of soft sheet iron, on the high
est speed of his Lithe he could split a file.
He quickly; utilized this method of complet
ing his daily task and repaired so early
each day to the ball ground, that his father
at first feared a miscount had occurred. On
watching George at work, however, he soon
saw for himself how the remarkable feat
was accomplished.
ELECTRICAL CENSUS HACIIINB.
Hasan Agency Not Needed to Count Oar
Vast Population.
A system of machines has been devised
for facilitating the taking of the censns, in
which electricity is called into play. The
machines are much more reliable than the
most accurate human agency and one
machine will do the work of a large num
ber of clerks. The next census of this -country
will be taken with these machines, and
two are shortly to be sent to New York for
the 1880 census taking.
RILI MVP-?'-1 act aJf atmt for.
DILL. HI WardMeAlthtor1tafeu,anct
give a forteeut of the programme and the.
aUraeHttu in to-mommf DsPATCg.
THE STOLEN JEWELS.
Mr, Cheeserjrough's Peculiar Meet
ingWilhaYeiledLadjin
A HOMBUEG PAWNBROKER'S SHOP.
A Maid, Wrongfnllj Arrested for Bobbing
Her Mistress,
PDE3TJE3 HER ACCUSER TO AHERICA
"New Toek, June 7. Several persons of
prominence in New Yprk are wondering:
what has become of a young French woman
who, when last heard of, was on her way to
this country. She is only a lady's maid,
yet she has been a source of worriment to
three distinguished New Yorkers. One of
these three is a distinguished and wealthy
leader of society.
The second is Frederic E. Coudert, wit,
scholar and lawyer; a man of large fortune
and even more distinguished reputation, ths
peer of any lawyer at our bar. The third u
Robert A. Cheesebrougb, a millionaire
banker and clnbman and a relation of Jlr,
Coudert. Why should they be disturbed
by the possible arrival of a poor French
maid who has neither friends, beauty nor
money?
Last summer Sir. Cheesebrough wa
traveling in Europe with his daughter and
a niece, the latter a near relative of Mr.
Coudert also. In Hombnrg, a famous sum
mer resort in Germany, Mr. Cheesebrough.
went into a jewelry shop to hunt for some
thing unique. Hombnrg Is a curious old
town, such as is always attractive to the
millionaire American relic hunter. While
Mr. Cheesebrough was there a cab drove up
to the door and a lady entered. She was
hurried and nervous, and her face
was hidden behind a veil. Some
thing in her appearance struck Mr. Cheese
brough familiarly, and, smitten with a sud
den curiosity, he stepped aside into the
shadow of a comer. After glancing nerv
onsly around, the woman threw aside her
veil and produced a small bag, from which
she poured a glittering mass of jewels, set
and unset. Diamonds, sapphires, rubies,
pearls, emeralds, all of fine quality, lay in
dazzling confusion before the astonished
jeweler.
"I wish to sell them," said the woman.
X VEILED LADY.
Mr. Cheesebrough was interested. Ha
remembered a published account of the dis
appearance of 100,000 worth of jewels from,
the possession of a rich American lady
traveling in Germany. He recalled that
she had accused her maid of being impli
cated in the robbery and that mystery had
hung over the entire case. Mr. Cheese
brough was acquainted with this Americas
lady, and he thought he now beheld her in
the disguised person who was offering jewels
for sale! He had met her many times in
New Yorkphad spoken with her and knew
her face well. He had never been much
nearer to her than he was at that moment,
and he was ready to make oath to her iden
tity. The lady haggled over the price with the
jeweler and showed herself a keen judge of
the value of her property. An agreement
was arrived at, the jeweler handed out the
sum decided uppn and the seller went away.
Mr. Cheesebrough was amazed. He asked
to examine the jewels. They were all fine.
He purchased one for the equivalent of
$300. It was a gold ring set with a cluster
of small diamonds and emeralds. Mr.
Cheesebrough showed the ring- to
his companions at bis hotel and
bis niece took a fancy to it.
When Mr. Coudert later joined the party-he-
bought the ring of Mr. Cheesebrough
and gave it to the young lady. Mr. Cheese
brough imparted what he '.had seen to bis
friends, and they marveled greatly at it.
Wpplr later in "Pari Tie tnld a Invtrrer resid
ing in that city that he had parcSd some
of the rich New xork lady 3 misaA
monds. The lawyer jokingly repeated
the lady and the result was war.
A STEK1T DEHAXD.
In the meantime the lady had her maid
locked up in Paris as the thief, and camo
back to New York. She went at once to
Mr. Cheesebrough's office and demanded
her stolen diamonds. Mr. Cheesbrough was
appalled. He tried to make light of his
Parisian remark, and said it was a jest, bnt
it was no use. The ladv was infuriated, and
talked threateningly. The employes in the
outer office listened'in amazement. Fortu
nately for Mr. Cheesbrough the more vio
lent tbe lady became the more calm and
self-possessed he was. Finally he said dryly:
"Madam, I bought one ring in Hombnrz
immediately after a certain lady had sold
it, together with many other jewels. If
that ring is yours, it was not stolen, but sold
by you. That, in fact, was my firm impres
sion at the time. I was positive that I re
cognized yon in tbe person who sold those
jewels. If that ring is not yours, then only
was I mistaken."
"I will put the case into the hands of In
spector Byrnes," she angriljr said.
"Very well, Madam," said Mr. Cheese
brough with a mock bow.
Mr. Cheesebrough called upon Mr. Cou
dert after this visit and told him of his ex
perience. It was decided to get the ring from
the young lady who was then in possession
of it, and to seud it to Inspector Byrnes, of
the police. If Milady claimed it, well and
good: if not, why so mach the better.
"Mind you, Cheesebrough," said Mr.
Coudert, "I would rather lose the value of
that ring one hundred times than have any
more fuss about it."
In the meantime milady had visited In
spector Byrnes. The next day she called
again, and the next day also. Mr. Cheese
brough sent the ring to the inspector and
the latter handed it to the lady. She looked
at it carefully.
"That isn't my ring," she said. "That ia
a cheap ring, and all my jewelry was expen
sive." The ring was returned to Mr. Cheese
brough and throngh him to his niece. Mi
lady called again upon 3Ir. Cheesebrough
and there was another stormy interview.
There the matter dropped. Sometime
thereafter the French maid was honorably
discharged from jail in Paris. The chief of
police apoligized tor having locked her up
at all. and said there was not a scintilla of
evidence against her. But this poor girl
had suffered and soft words could not right
her wrongs.
"I will recover to my strength," she
said, "and then I will sail to the TXnited
States and sue Milady for what she has done
to me."
There seems to be no doubt as to her
carrying into effect this threat. When she
does there will be music. Mr. Cheese
brough and Mr. Coudert are both quotable
to the effect that they will tell what they
know if they see the maid trampled upon.
They don't like to do it. They want to
avoid the notoriety if possible and therefore
they h3pe the maid will not come. Mr.
Cheesebrougn is still confident, moreover,
that1 he made no mistake in the mysterious
woman in Homburg. s he said: "If
Madam had identified the ring she would
have had to acknowledge that her jewels
had not been stolen, as she had so solemnly
alleged. Understand?"
Why the maid should have been accused
is not yet clear, but various reasons are
hinted at. Interesting developments may
be expected at any time.
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